[center][h3][color=e9b45d]Cydone[/color][/h3][/center]

Having been one of Tartys' audience members, albeit one of the less attentive ones, Cydone looked up from his book, a rather light tome on the history of a particular era's architecture with plenty of pretty pictures, as Zak started making a scene out of it. Giving a bit of an exasperated sigh, he said under his breath, [color=e9b45d]"Bleeding Fool.. Is he deliberately trying to irritate her?"[/color]

He kept an eye on things, in case the guy's antics turned too aggressive, he had heard there had been some harpies or something slicing up a bunch of guys in a tavern just the other day. Weird, since he didn't remember harpies being that aggressive or there being any harpies left. Still, he figured the guy was just gonna make a pest of himself and that the show was over.

Cydone started gathering up the leftovers from his lunch, figuring this guy was just gonna bother Tartys until she left, and that'd probably result in her leaving pretty soon. A half eaten sandwich, a barely gnawed on apple, and a bright plaid tablecloth went back into a small hamper that meshed with his cowboy get-up like a rhinocerous with a lotus flower pond.

[@Inner Demon][@Flamelord]